When I was in Qingqiu, I was dragged by Ye Hua for a walk early in the morning.
He walked several times around the bamboo forest near the fox cave.
Most of the time he asked me what I wanted to have for lunch, and we discussed it back and forth on this matter. , when passing by Mi Gu’s hut, he asked Mi Gu to get some fresh ingredients.
Recently, in heaven, Ye Hua doesn't have to worry about food, so he has developed another hobby: listening to me talk about the script I read the day before while walking.
I always just pass the time by reading these idle books.
I often finish reading a book, but in the end I can't even remember the name of the scholar lady, and only roughly know what the story is.
But since Ye Hua had this interest, I read these books more carefully so that I could tell him about them the next day.
After a few days, I felt that Benshangshen was quite talented in storytelling.
On July 17th, the Dharma Assembly on Lingshan Mountain was completed.
It's time for Tuanzi to return to the Heavenly Palace.
On the night of July 17th, there was a cool breeze, the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed early on the moon, and the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus floated all the way up to the ninth heaven.
Ye Hua and I were sitting in a pavilion next to Yaochi.
There were several lanterns on the pavilion and a tung oil lamp on the stone table.
Ye Hua held the pen in his left hand and drew a formation diagram under the lamp.
When I first became a disciple of Kunlun Xu and studied with Mo Yuan, the formation course had withstood the test of 20,000 years, and I was honored to surpass the Taoist and Buddhist courses, ranking first among many courses that I deeply hated.
When I saw the formation diagram, not only did I have a headache, but my whole body ached.
So I just admired Ye Hua's fingers holding the pen for a while, then leaned on a beautiful girl and closed my eyes to meditate.
As soon as Fang closed his eyes, he heard Tuanzi's clear and clear child's voice coming from the distance, and his mother called me dearly.
I stood up and took a look, and it turned out to be dumplings.
He was wearing a small green shirt, and his small hands were holding a cloth cover on his left shoulder.
The cloth cover looked quite heavy.
He walked crookedly against the cloth cover.
Ye Hua stopped writing and walked to the steps of the pavilion to look at him.
I also got off the beauty and walked over to look at him.
He called me mother again from a hundred or so steps away, and I responded.
He lowered his fat little body and slowly squatted down, carefully removed the cloth cover on his shoulders to the ground, raised his little hand and wiped the sweat from his face while shouting: "Mother, mother, A-li gives it to you."
I brought the fruit cane from Lingshan Mountain, yes.
Li cut the fruit cane himself."
He thought for a while and then said: "A Li picked the biggest and strongest ones and cut them, hehehehehe."
After he finished, he turned around and held the sealed mouth, dragging the cloth with great difficulty.
The condom moved towards us step by step.
I wanted to go over and help, but Ye Hua stopped me and said, "Let him drag him here alone."
My whole heart was focused on Tuanzi, and I didn't pay attention to the sudden appearance of a figure from behind a bunch of unnamed flowers.
This figure also held a cloth cover in his hand, but it was much smaller than the one Tuanzi was dragging.
He rushed to us in two or three steps.
Under the soft light of the lantern, his pretty face was stunned for a moment.
Tuanzi shouted from behind: "Chengyu Chengyu, that is my mother.
Look, my mother is very beautiful, isn't she?"
Well, it turns out that the pretty guy with this sign is Cheng Yu Yuanjun, who is very good at plucking hair from tiger tails and making trouble on Tai Sui's head.
Cheng Yuyuan Jun stared at me blankly for a long time, then stretched out his hand and pinched his thigh.
He bared his teeth in pain.
In the gap between his teeth, he choked out a few words: "Jun Come on, Xiaoxian, can you touch your empress?"
Ye Hua coughed.
I was shocked.
Although this Chengyu has a wide robe and wide sleeves and is dressed like a man, his tone of voice is soft and soft, and his chest is turbulent and ups and downs, and you can't tell that he is a man at all.
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According to the original wisdom of the goddess who disguised herself as a man for many years, well, this Cheng Yuyuanjun was actually a female Yuanjun.
Before Ye Hua said anything, Tuanzi ran over, stood in front of me, raised his head and said, "Have you not been cured of your habit of wanting to touch new things when you see them?
My mother?"
The kiss belongs to my father, and only my father can touch it, so why do you touch it?"
Ye Hua chuckled, and I looked up at the lantern hanging on the pavilion.
Cheng Yu's face turned green, and she said aggrievedly: "In my life, this is the first time I have seen a female god.
I can't even touch it."
Tuanzi said: "Humph."
Cheng Yu continued to feel aggrieved: "I just touched it once, just once, and it didn't work."
Tuanzi continued: "Humph."
Chengyu took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his eyes and said: "I was young and was taken up to heaven to become a god for no reason.
I was always tired of His Highness the Third Highness.
I lived a miserable life for so many years.
I have no hope.
My lifelong wish is to be able to touch a female god when I see her.
Such a small wish cannot be fulfilled.
Si Ming is so cruel to me
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Her devastated look was truly like a bereaved concubine.
My mind was spinning very fast, and I estimated that the third highness she was talking about and the third grandpa Tuanzi was talking about were none other than Sang Ji's younger brother and Ye Hua's third uncle, Lian Songjun.
Tuanzi opened his mouth, looked at me, and then at his father.
After struggling for a long time, he finally said: "Okay, you can touch it, but only once."
Ye Hua glanced at Cheng Yu, returned to the stone table to draw his picture, and said lightly before picking up the pen: "You molested my wife in front of me, and you lied to my son.
Cheng Yu, you have become more and more angry recently."
Chengyu's hand raised happily didn't even touch the edge of my clothes, and he hung it down obediently.
Tuanzi dragged the heavy cloth cover into the pavilion and untied it in a decent manner.
It turned out to be fruit cane cut into sections.
He picked out a particularly fat piece and handed it to me, and then picked out a nearly fat piece and handed it to his father.
But Ye Hua held the pen in his left hand, and his right hand was broken, so he couldn't pick it up.
Tuanzi rubbed over and stood on tiptoes to hug his father's unconscious right hand.
He wrinkled his nose and shed two tears.
He cried out: "Isn't father's hand healed yet?
When can father hold him again?"
A hug for Ali."
My nose felt sore.
Zheyan said that his hand would never get better in a thousand years.
He hid it from Tuanzi and me, and did whatever he wanted, and he didn't think much of it.
In order to cooperate with him in this scene, I had to accompany him and not take it seriously.
But I actually care about this very much.
But the deal was done, no matter how sad it was, it would not help.
I secretly made a plan in my heart.
From now on, I will be his right hand.
Ye Hua put down his pen, picked up the dumpling with one hand, and said, "I can still hold you with one hand.
Boys cry at every turn.
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What a shame."
His eyes caught my eye, and he said with a half-smile, " Although I have always felt that beauty has a special flavor when it comes to holding on to sorrow, yours is, well, really painful.
I already felt a little bit of sensation in this arm the day before yesterday, so don’t worry.”
I sighed in my heart, put on a happy look on my face, and said: "Of course I know that your arm will be healed soon, but I don't know if it will be as flexible as usual after it heals.
You have such good painting skills, if you can But since I can’t draw, it will be very inconvenient for me and Tuanzi to draw portraits and have to bother others. " He lowered his head and laughed, put down the dumplings and said, "My left hand has always been more flexible than my right hand.
It doesn't matter if my right hand isn't better.
Otherwise, I'll give you a trace right now."
I opened my mouth.
He is worthy of being the person chosen by Mr.
Tianjun to succeed him.
Besides fighting and killing, he actually has this ability.
Cheng Yu, who had been slumping aside obediently, immediately came over energetically and said: "The empress is so magnificent that even the rest of the painters would not dare to paint.
I am afraid that only you can paint the empress's celestial appearance.
Xiaoxian will go and paint it now."
Your Majesty, take the pen and ink to draw the case."
This Chengyu can talk and make people happy.
This sentence was particularly helpful to me, so I raised my hand and said yes.
Chengyu came back in a flurry, setting up pens, ink, paper and inkstones and washing the paintings.
According to Ye Hua's wishes, I held the dumplings and leaned against the beauty.
Seeing that Chengyu was idle aside, I kindly called her over.
She sat down next to me and asked Ye Hua to draw her as well.
Tuanzi squirmed in my arms.
Ye Hua raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing.
As he was writing, he smiled faintly at me.
His smile reflected the dark sky behind him and the soft candlelight, as if three thousand worlds were shining brightly.
My heart swayed, and warmth spread along the roots of my ears.
Even though his right hand cannot move at all, his gestures of applying ink and color are all graceful and beautiful.
Well, I think I have a pretty good eye for choosing a husband.
When I finished drawing this picture, I didn't realize how long it took, but Tuanzi had fallen asleep in my arms.
Cheng Yu leaned over to look at it, but he dared not speak out and did not dare to get angry.
He said mournfully: "Xiao Xian has been sitting here for so long.
Your Majesty, your sage, at least you can draw a piece of Xiao Xian's clothes."
I hugged the dumplings and leaned over to take a look.
The painting drawn by Ye Hua's left hand was indeed no worse than his right hand.
If the second brother is made aware of his great talent, he must be made a confidant.
As I moved, Tuanzi woke up and slipped off my lap in a blink of an eye.
He looked at the painting, groaned twice, and said, "Chengyu, why are you not in this painting?"
Chengyu glanced at him sadly.
Seeing how pitiful Cheng Yu looked, I touched her shoulder and comforted her: "Ye Hua has been a little weak recently.
He should be tired after painting with one hand for so long.
Please be considerate."
Chengyu put his right hand in front of his mouth and coughed twice: "I'm not in good health."
Ye Hua paused as he threw the pen into the brush washer, and I saw a white jade carved purple hair break into two pieces in his hand.
Ahem, I said the wrong thing.
Tuanzi looked at Chengyu stupidly and innocently, and said in a waxy voice: "What does it mean that you are not physically strong?
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Is it because, although my father can hold A Li, he cannot hold his mother?"
I laughed twice and took a step back.
Before that step could be taken firmly, the world suddenly fell apart.
When I came to my senses, Ye Hua had already carried me on his shoulders.
I was shocked.
He lightly ordered to Cheng Yu: "Clear the things on this table, and then you can send A Li back to his palace to rest."
Chengyu rolled up his sleeves and said yes.
Tuanzi covered his eyes with his small hands and yelled at him, "It's a flower picker, a flower picker."
Cheng Yu felt guilty and reached over to cover Tuanzi's mouth
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